Not Like Us

Psst, I see dead people Mustard on the beat, ho Ay, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free-throw Man down, call an ambulamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat yo' ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that upped the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully the flow on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide yo' lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get yo' hand-me-downs And Party at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be yo' last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb, shape the stories how you want Hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over yo' boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin' Fuck a caption, want action, no accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And yo' homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ay Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ay Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ay How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ay One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ay Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ay Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ay Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ay City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ay They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ay, what?) Lil Baby helped you get yo' lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in yo' head (ay, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter, and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm, mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm), he a fan, he a fan, he a Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for yo' life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for yo' life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for yo' life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for yo' life Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way